Motivation

Sum 41

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Intro :(x4) (x2) What's the difference of never knowing at all ? When every step I take is always too small Maybe it's just something I can't admit but lately I feel as I don't give a shit Motivation such an aggravation Accusations don't know how to take them Inspiration's getting hard to fake it Concentration never hard to break it Situation never what you want it to be Instrumental : (x2) What's the point of never making mistakes ? Self-indulgence such a hard habit to break It's all just a waste of time in the end Don't care so why should I even pretend Motivation such an aggravation Accusations don't know how to take them Inspiration's getting hard to fake it Concentration never hard to break it Situation never what you want it to be Nothing's new everything's the same Keeps on dragging me down it's getting kind of lame Falling further behind there's nothing to explain No matter what you say nothing's gonna change my mind Instrumental : (x4) Can't depend on doubt until the end It seems like leaving friends has become This years trend and though I can't pretend I'm framed to be this way It's not the same but who's to blame For all the stupid things I never said Instrumental : (x4) Motivation such an aggravation Accusations don't know how to take them Inspiration's getting hard to fake it Concentration never hard to break it Motivation such an aggravation Accusations don't know how to take them Inspiration's getting hard to fake it Concentration Situation never what you wanted to be Never what you wanted to be Never what you wanted to be

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Pieces

Em, C, G, D, B7

Hell Song

Am, F, C, G

The People Vs

Em, D, Eb, G, Am, Bm, C, B, F#

No Brains

F#m, D, A, E, G#m

Exit Song

F#m, E, D, A

This Is Goodbye

Dbm, A, E, B

Holy Image Of Lies

Em, C, B, Eb, G, D, F#, A, E, Db

Best of Me

G, D, C, Em, F#, F#m

Fake My Own Death

Dm, Bb, F, C, Gm, Am

Eat You Alive

Dm, Am, Bb, C, Gm, F, A, E

La chanson évoque un sentiment de frustration face à l'absence de motivation et aux difficultés de trouver un sens dans la vie. Elle parle de la lutte intérieure, où chaque erreur semble être exacerbée et où l'inspiration devient de plus en plus difficile à feindre. On ressent une certaine lassitude, comme si rien ne changeait jamais et que la progression personnelle était sempiternellement ralentie par des doutes et des reproches. Le contexte pourrait être celui d'une période de transition ou de remise en question, où l'on se sent perdu et incapable d'agir, malgré le désir de s'en sortir. C'est un reflet des doutes que beaucoup expérimentent, et la recherche d'une voie à suivre devient un véritable défi.

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